As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
A poor little boy child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
Cause if there's one thing
that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
He'll grow to be
an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way?
As the world turns
the hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street
as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
He starts to roam the streets at night
He learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
Young man breaks away
He buys a gun, he steals a car
He tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers
round an angry young man
Face down on the street
with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago morn
A poot little boy child is born
In the ghetto
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